YC (on couch): I wish I was a gymnast …

MQ (on floor): Yeah …. (makes expression as though immediately second-guessing this statement) ….. as if you’d want a retarded body like that chick though? 

So I just realised MNINS and I are two hundred posts old today.

I want to take this opportunity to thank the three people I know IRL and the two complete strangers I don’t know IRL (but appreciate just the same) who follow this blog and pretend to read it on a regular basis.

It feels so amazing to be connecting with an audience in a really powerful and meaningful way and I feel mad proud of myself, you guys.

LOL. I’m not really - my therapist and I are just trying this new thing where I fake it till I make it/say the opposite thing to how I actually feel and see if it can help turn the tide of self-critcism that regularly laps at the shores of my soul. In other words, I pretend to be Bindi Irwin/Kerri-Ann Kennerley for 10/15 seconds every day and see if it can help even me out a little.

For real though, my inner critic is literally sitting in an armchair, wearing a cravat, smoking a Cuban and swirling some cognac around in his glass right now LOL-ing his damn head off in scorn at me and my two hungie, but we’re all just trying to start somewhere, aren’t we? Isn’t that what everyone is doing every day? Starting wherever they are? Or is that Monopoly? OMG, am I getting Life mixed up with Monopoly again?

200 is better than no hundred, ok? And that is all I have to say about that.

xx

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